Dear Simple,
Where have you been?
I remember a time-
When we were close friends.
Wants were once small-
And needs were too…
But something happened somewhere-
And complicated beat you.
Now desires have no control-
And needs know no bound…
I seek to find you-
But you are nowhere around.
Even a young child…
Lives in complicated’s grasp-
Entertainment is expensive…
Instead of playing in the grass.
Lost is purpose-
In the choices that we make-
Stress blocks hope-
Life is what we forsake.
I want simple back-
As that is when I feel free…
Lets teach it again to our children…
So simple is what life will be.
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